"Where do you want me to start with all these questions you're throwing at me?" Stefan asked dryly.
"Somewhere, Stefan." Dorothy folded her arms under her chest, staring at him impatiently.
Stefan sighed and moved to sit on the bed. He pointed to the empty space beside him, signaling for Dorothy to sit. Dorothy rolled her eyes but sat beside him anyway.
"No, I have not been pretending about my injury, and yes, I don't want anyone to know I'm recovered. That's why I'm putting up an act now," Stefan answered her questions.
"But why are you hiding it? Isn't this something you should be happy about?" Dorothy asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.
"You're right, it is something to be happy about—and I am—but I still think I should keep it a secret for now. So, do me a favor and play a
